Mind Demon's Path of Domination

"You are such a strong kid, I believe you can become a Cultivator easily," an old woman said lovingly to the young man carrying her on his back.

The youth smiled at her remark and walked forward. He seemed to be about 20 years of age and was quite handsome. He wore weird, broken sunglasses on his face.

"I want to become a cultivator, but who knows if I can truly become one?" The youth shook his head. His body was weird and not like the bodies of others in this world, who knows whether cultivation would work on him?

They walked in silence for a while.

The old woman said gratefully, "You don't know how much help this is. My back has been killing me and I have to walk up this mountain and back all the time, it is such a big help you are carrying me home."

"It is nothing, Grandma."

The old woman gave his back some punches but he didn't even seem to care. "You really are sturdy. I weigh so much but you are lifting me like I am a leaf. What does your mother feed you?"

The young man smiled. The wind rustled his cole black hair, while two shining blue eyes looked around with studious interest. "I eat chicken and nothing else, but I am still strong. Some say I have a divine physique or something. That's why I told you I wanted to become a cultivator. So is your husband really a cultivator?

Can he teach me?"

"Yeah, yeah, that old man is one. A weak one though." The old woman spat to the side. "He can't even lift me like you can, so I don't know if he can help you. What was your name again boy?"

"Choi Sung."

"Such a weird name, I can't even pronounce it. Are you not from around here?"

"I am from a distant land."

"No wonder," the old woman said.

They walked in silence for another long while. Choi Sung took in the atmosphere rich with energy and vibrancy with a smile as he walked. Mountain wind, mountain trees, and the usual humidity of the mountain all made him smile.

It was a peaceful world here—a world of cultivators.

"They say a truly strong cultivator can even fly," the old woman said enviously. "I wish it was a man like that who took my hand when I was young. Some cultivators don't even age, y'know?"

Yes, the cultivators had another name.

Immortals.

Chi Sung had appeared here after the Hunter World was destroyed, and from then on, he had been trying to find a way to become a cultivator himself. This old woman was his final lead towards becoming one.

"Grandma, I heard Cultivators are as strong as Demons, is that true?"

The old woman blinked and her eyes turned in thought. "Demons, hmph. They are strong but not much better than cultivators. My husband once said that he killed Heart Demons for breakfast when he was young."

Choi Sung felt his heart tremble.

Yes, most rumors he had always said that a cultivator of the same tier could easily fight off a demon of the same tier. I really have to become one.

Maybe, if he became a strong cultivator, he could revive his sister.

Choi Sung's expression turned into melancholy as he walked up the mountain, thinking of different things, and soon enough, he reached the mountain top.

There was a humble hut there. Many men in formal martial robes sat around the hut as if waiting. Choi Sung frowned.

"Who are these men, old woman?" he asked, voice rude. "Didn't you tell me you live alone?"

The old woman hid her face behind Choi Sung's back, hiding from the men outside her home.

"I don't know them," she said.

Choi Sung's frown deepened. The men outside the hut all turned and looked toward him.

"Oi, the old woman is here!" one of the men shouted.

They ran towards Choi Sung, quickly surrounding him. The Hunter's blue eyes quickly glanced over all of them. Seven men. Did they have cultivator powers or were they normal men?

"What do you want?" Choi Sung asked. Through his life as a criminal Hunter, he had gained a cunning and confident mind, these people could never intimidate him.

"Yes, yes, what do you want?!" The old woman shouted after him. "Why are you outside my house?"

"You can't escape paying the debt this time, Old Witch!" a young man shouted. "How many young men are you going to deceive into your devil's hut?"

Another middle aged man spat to the side. "Young fellow, throw that Old Witch to us, she is making you follow her towards her hut, but there is a Spiritual Array inside it and the moment you enter, you will be trapped!"

Choi Sung's face changed and he looked at the old woman on his back. She shook her head innocently.

"She sucks the Yang energy out of men to cultivate, I can feel how disgusting its aura is all the way here." A bald man in Buddhist robes sighed, clasping his hand in a praying gesture. "Amitabha, such a demon. We have to end her today."

Choi Sung didn't move for a second before he suddenly turned.

All cultivators were alerted.

Choi Sung swiftly pushed the old woman away from him and blue fire appeared under the foot of men nearest to him. They slipped on ice and he jumped past them, escaping the encirclement.

The old woman looked at Choi Sung in surprise.

Choi Sung raised his arms and looked at the seven who were surrounding the old woman. "I have no connection to her. I don't know her. I just wanted to help her to meet her husband and learn about cultivation."

"Husband?" the Buddhist snorted, his bald head glinting in the sunlight. "This witch has no husband. You were being baited here. This demoness truly is insufferable!"

The old woman stood up and dusted her back.

Her demeanor changed.

She said: "An Ice cultivator, I see. Choi Sung, your body truly is tougher than normal, I should have understood that it was not some divine physique but just hidden cultivation. Which sect are you from?" She smirked. "And I couldn't sense a whiff of cultivation in you, you have a good technique to hide your power."